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You'd never been fond of hookup culture. Too often, you find yourself attached and hoping for more only to be met with an empty inbox. Or worse, being blocked.
Not to mention the amount of dudes that turn out to be... gross, for lack of better word.
Yet here you were, backstage pinned to the glittery pink walls of a certain famous robot superstar.
You can't exactly recall the events that led to your current situation, save for a few blurry images of being pushed on stage. It all happened so fast.
Suddenly there were bright lights in your face and you were meant to be performing beside theMettaton (TM).
Back in the present, a surprisingly warm hand slips under your shirt, gently tracing along your hip. The texture of gloved hands sends a shiver up your spine.
Your breathy gasp is quickly hushed when warm silicone enters your mouth, his tongue exploring slowly, tantalizingly.
Before you can get too used to the feeling, it's gone all together, lips now trailing along your jaw and down to your neck. Sharp teeth graze over the skin, threatening to dig in.
You bite your lip, attempting to hold back a small sound that slips out regardless. You finally open your eyes and look down. The sight you see before you nearly has you melting, a half lidded pink eye glancing up at you between kisses.
"Damn." You mutter between heavy breaths.
"Enjoying yourself, darling?" Mettaton's voice vibrates against your chest. It's still odd that it doesn't come from his mouth, but who cares? That mouth is much better suited for kissing anyway.
You nod regardless, a hand coming up to touch Mettaton's cheek. He smiles at you and before you know it, his hands are on yours, pulling you over to the equally pink couch.
It squeaks loudly as he falls down onto it, pulling you with him onto his lap. You take a moment to readjust, straddling his lap. Without another moment, his lips are on yours again, hungrier now.
Both hands slide up your shirt, pinching and poking at your nipples. You can feel him smile when you break the kiss to let out a soft moan. Your shirt is quickly pulled over your head, leaving your top half exposed.
Mettaton quickly takes advantage of this, digging back in to leave kisses and occasional bites at every inch of your skin. Your hand grabs his hair gently, holding him against you as he works.
Just as quickly as before, you're suddenly flipped so you're now horizontal on the couch, Mettaton hovering over you. His gaze is intimidating, and clouded with lust as he continues to kiss along your chest, licking at one nipple while pinching the other.
You breathe out more quiet moans, your back arching slightly into his touch. You can feel the growing arousal in your lower belly, aching to be addressed.
"Hmm- Metta." You say, catching his attention. His eyes meet yours again with a hint of curiosity. "Please just-" You try, cut off by a particularly well placed pinch to your nipple.
"What was that darling?" He teases, finger now tracing around the sensitive bud.
Your head falls back, hitting the cushions as you take a deep breath, trying to find your words.
"I..." You start, deep breath, "Need you to touch me. Please."
Mettaton chuckles, low and sadistic. "But I am touching you, aren't I?"
You huff loudly, annoyed. "No, I mean-"
He cuts you off with a loud gasp of realization.
"Ohh, I see dear." He chuckles again, his hands falling to rest on your waist band as he sits up. "You mean here, right?"
Gods, that condescending tone. It's really doing it for you.
"Yeah, there, please." You ask as nicely as you can. You hear a contemplative hum above you and your eyes blink open again. Mettaton's face is smug as he teases the button of your pants, taking his sweet time. It takes every bit of self control left not to buck up into his touch.
"Hmm, but you haven't earned it, have you?" He ponders, mostly to himself. You blink up at him in confusion and he chuckles.
His hand pulls away from your waist and you hold back your disappointment and following his movement. You watch, mesmerized as he trails his fingers along his chest, twisting the dial. You briefly wonder what that even does, but you're drawn back to him when you hear a soft click.
With his other hand, he grabs your arm and positions it so your hand is out, waiting. With the gentlest of touches, he removes his soul from the casing and places it in your hands.
It feels... strange. You can feel the energy coursing through it, vibrating almost. It's spilling a slightly pink substance, from where? Who knows.
You stare for a moment, unsure of what to do before Mettaton pushes your hand towards your face, urging you to do something with it.
"Go on, Darling." He mutters, sickly sweet. "Earn it."
You breath in shakily and bring his soul up to your mouth. You give it a gentle lick and you can feel electricity pass through Mettaton's body.
With that encouragement, you lean into it more, kissing and licking along the surface. The taste is hard to describe, maybe strawberry? Maybe raspberry? Definitely something fruity.
It seems Mettaton finally has some mercy as he makes quick work of the button and zipper on your pants. He slides down to be level with your crotch.
He doesn't even seem surprised (let alone turned off) when he pulls them down, revealing a lack of certain parts. If anything, it ramps up his excitement even more. With a lick of saliva covered silicone lips, he's kissing along the waistband of your underwear, cautiously playing with the hem.
One of your hands find his head again, gently stroking the synthetic fibers of hair, ignoring the fact that it's now sticky with pink goo. Hopefully it comes out easily. Mettaton's hands land on either leg, rubbing gentle circles into your thighs as he continues to kiss you everywhere but where you want.
You catch his attention again with a gentle tug of his hair, meeting his gaze with pleading eyes. Your face is practically drenched in pink and you lick your lips. He smiles deviously, his lips trailing lower to hover over the wet spot on your underwear.
His hot breath tickles you and you can't help but whine softly, hoping to entice him.
"Is this what you want, darling?" He asks, placing a gentle kiss over your dick, noticably poking into the wet fabric.
"Yes, Metta, please." You breathe out, tugging his hair gently again. You give his heart a gentle squeeze to encourage him and he shivers. His tongue presses against you, slowly lapping up the liquid. He licks his lips as he watches your expression change to one of pure pleasure.
"You're so cute like this." He chuckles again and continues to lick you through the fabric, only making it wetter. Your legs tighten around his head, holding him in place.
"Fuck- yes!" You cry out, throwing your head back against the couch again. Mettaton hums against you, sending waves of pleasure through you as you try to discreetly grind against his mouth.
He pulls away again, much to your disappointment. Only now, he's freeing you from your fabric prison, painfully slowly pulling your underwear down and exposing you. The cold air makes you shudder but it's not long before Mettaton's mouth is on you again.
With no fabric in the way, his mouth feels even better, licking and gently sucking on your cock. You hear him pulling his gloves off one at a time and tossing them to join your clothes. His hands find your hips again, now exposed metal still warm to the touch.
He continues to pull you closer and closer to the edge, holding your legs firmly in place as he works. At this point you're nothing but a squirming mess, no longer bothering to hold back any sounds escaping your mouth.
Only, when you feel yourself getting too close, you push against Mettaton's head, stopping him. He looks up at you, concerned.
"Is something wrong, dear?" Mettaton asks sweetly. His hands still rub gentle circles into your thighs, a calming gesture.
You quickly shake your head no, trying to catch your breath. When you do, you finally voice your concerns.
"I wanna see you too." You mumble.
Mettaton smiles. "Yeah? I can arrange that, sweetheart." He licks his lips clean as he sits up. He makes quick work of his boots and then his own pants, sliding them off in one swift movement.
Things quickly click into place in your mind when you see him, sporting damn near the same genitalia as you.
He shuffles around for a moment, positioning himself between your legs and pushing them up towards your chest. When he's settled, his pussy is just inches away from your own, leaking the same pink glittery substance.
His dick is considerably larger than yours, you note. And he's probably gonna fuck you with it. God, you really hope so.
He starts slow, rubbing himself against you with the guidance of his fingers. You feel him twitch at the contact, and he bites his lip.
"You know," Mettaton says, his breath now beginning to pick up as well. "I've never fucked someone with such similar anatomy to me." He laughs softly as he begins to set a slow pace, grinding against you.
You can't find the words to respond, too lost in your own pleasure to even think coherently. But you nod in acknowledgment.
You almost die, you think, when the tip of his cock just gently catches on your entrance. You make it known with a choked moan.
"Aww, you want me to fuck you darling~?" He asks with that same condescension as before.
You nod enthusiastically, grinding against him to get your point across better. Mettaton bites his lip as he readjusts again, lining himself up with your entrance.
He teases you for a moment before sliding in with a groan. He's not big at all in comparison to other people you've been with, but its oddly satisfying. He stays still for a moment, relishing the feeling before slowly pulling out and thrusting back in hard.
You nearly choke on your saliva at the feeling. You take it upon yourself to wrap one arm around him and hold him closer. Your grip on his soul loosens a bit in the moment.
"I didn't say you could stop," He groans, showing his heart back in your face. You start lucking at it again, feeling in vibrate with excitement.
He starts to build a steady pace, using a free hand to gently stroke your dick in time with his thrusts. You revel in the staticky moans that come through his speakers as he fucks you.
You feel yourself getting closer to the edge by the second as Mettaton's thrusts become stronger. You can tell he's getting close too, based on the ever changing rhythm of his hips.
"Fuck, Metta-" You manage to cry out as you clench around him, feeling the start of your orgasm begin to wash over you.
"That's it, let go for me darling." He says through the muffled filter of his speaker. It's even weirder when his mouth doesn't move along with his speech.
You hold him tight as you ride out your orgasm, gently squeezing his heart in your hands. In a matter of seconds he's finishing as well, his heart swelling before spilling even more pink goo onto you.
You lay back to catch your breath as Mettaton gives a few more half assed thrusts to work himself through it. He's shaking a little, likely from overworking his system. You think you hear a fan click on. When he pulls out, a string of your mixed fluids connects you still for a moment.
You sigh happily when you're done, moving to sit up again. Mettaton grabs you by the waist with no effort and flips you so you're laying on his chest. Now you can definitely hear the sounds of his inner workings trying to catch up and cool him down. The mechanical sounds lull you into a peaceful half-sleep as Mettaton runs his fingers through your hair.
"That was great." You mumble.
Mettaton hums in agreement. "It was. We should do this again, don't you think darling?"
You're surprised to hear that, and definitely not inclined to believe it. It wouldn't be the first time after all. But something about this feels different, like maybe this time you actually will do this again.
So you nod with a smile.
"I'd love to."
Mettaton pauses for a half a second before he says, "I have plenty of interchangeable parts for you to try. If you're interested, that is."
You feel your heart skip a beat at that information.
"Well, I suppose then we have to do this again. Now you've piqued my curiosity."